He has gone – and for how long – only the night will tell. I miss him in this place – I miss him close to me. I play lovestruck, heartache, burning deep inside. No one can know what it’s like. It is difficult to describe. And sometimes I just want to close it up – those lasting hours – until the tick click of the front door – and the shuffling into the room. He crawls into this warm place – where I have wasted the night – sleepless and restless and aching like sunburn. He yawns and rubs his weary eyes – while I sniffle – over trivial matters – that no matter. He pulls me close and tells me – he loves me. I was in the missing – and I look forward to the kissing – the sorry for the empty. Only – now he has gone – and again – I am alone.
Billowing clouds butterfly kisses sweet ripe weeping cherries happy hour sunset on the cooling desert or over the still horizon of the ocean LOVEISLIKE flickering candle flames careful hands soft chirrups of happy birds warm milk the warm earth sandy grains slipping through my quivering fingers and there is that diamond ring you proudly gave me that declares LOVEISLIKE.